Temper, meet brick wall.....

Saturday, August 3, 2013


Well good Saturday morning to all!

I recieved some good news over the last couple of days. My story If I was Your Man is now up for pre-order at Breathless Press and release date is August 9th!

Here is a blurb:
When Christophe's best friend tells him he needs to get out more, he reluctantly agrees. He never imagined that one bold step would change everything.
Christophe LaFavre is a Real Estate mogul. When it comes to business no one does it better. But when it comes to love, he just can't seem to get it right. When his best friend talks him into going to a club to meet someone, he does it. What he didn't expect was to find someone who made his body burn from the very first time their eyes meet through their masquerade masks. To make matters worse—this stranger is hell bent on teaching Christophe a few lessons, lessons

"How you doin?" Christophe waved. He doubted the man could hear him over the music. The man nodded at him and a smirk traced his lips. Christophe took a moment to take him in—no shiny tight shirt, no hair gel that he could see and no grinding.

Things are looking up.

He climbed from the stool and stood before Christophe, close enough so his chest brushed Christophe's gently with each breath. He lifted his lips to Christophe's ear and spoke, causing his lips to trace Christophe's skin. "Can I buy you a drink?"

He meant to nod but each move of his head caused the man's scent to fill his nose making his knees shake. Macho—a cologne he'd recognize anywhere. No man ever made him feel so weak and feeble. Perhaps it was the brazen way this stranger simply invaded his space or the masks—it had to be the masks. A naughty flair filled each person when they thought they could not be picked out in a line-up. Either way, he really liked this new brand of fire surging through his veins.

"Thanks," Christophe managed proudly. He tried stepping away but the bar hit his back. He was trapped between the hardness of this person and the hardness of the surface behind him. Trapped, beautiful, so sensually, Christophe could orgasm with just that one thought. They locked eyes through their masks.

"What's your name?" Christophe asked.

"That would defeat the purpose of a masquerade party," he replied. "Is tonight the night you step across that line?"

There was a slight familiarity Christophe felt with the person before him at hearing his voice so close. It was as though he'd heard that voice before, that carefree English with a hint of an accent. He shrugged. If he'd met this man before he'd know—wouldn't he? "It depends."

"On?" His predator wanted to know.

"Who's on the other side of it?"

The man laughed softly and nodded. "Touch�." He turned and said something to the bartender then returned his attention to Christophe. "I'll tell you what. You tell me by the end of the night if you'd cross that line for me."

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Now at Dreamspinner Press

Now at Dreamspinner Press
"This story is about two grown ass gay men that each have a little doubt for one reason or another if their relationship will work. The story is conveyed well and kept completely on the adult playing field, I loved it! When these two get going in the bedroom it is passionate and sensual."--TSM